Chapter 604 Triss's Plan
The crimson light faded away, and Angel opened his eyes on the recliner in his study on the third floor of his house.
She immediately looked around to confirm that the study doors and windows were securely closed, that no servants had accidentally barged in, and that no "Nighthawks" or other official Beyonders were standing nearby, waiting for the "Witch Cult member" to recover from his strange stiffness.
Apparently, she passed last night's review successfully. Of course, it was only the first time, and the easiest one... She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the recliner, and prepared to go to the living room for afternoon tea and enjoy the chef's special Intis-style pastries.
"Louis Wayne, Mr. X, a 'traveler' suspected of being able to travel between spirit realms... Alas, when 'World' Klein accepted the commission, the other members didn't seem surprised at all. It seems they've already known who killed 'Blood Admiral' over the past two weeks and have connected him to 'World'."
She muttered, preparing to push open the study door.
"But it's normal for Klein to be interested in this. The Aurora Society's divine messengers are the kind of people who would feel no guilt if killed. Furthermore, according to the magician, the Traveler likely possesses a similarly fast movement ability as Mr. Azik. If we could herd his soul..."
Angel felt a little excited when she thought of this. Her "Rose Necklace" currently had three souls, which was at full capacity. However, if there was a suitable new target, she could release one of them and replace it with another more practical soul... and the "Traveler" who could travel quickly was undoubtedly stronger than any of the "Judge", "Wind-loving One" and "Apostle of Desire".
Of course, Angel was already able to use the "Mirror World" to move at a slower pace, but one that could be combined with his own combat capabilities. He didn't have an urgent need for the "Traveler", so he could give it to Klein, allowing both of them to quickly leave Backlund and go wherever they wanted.
"The person hasn't been dealt with yet, and already you're starting to think about dividing the spoils..." She laughed at herself, and suddenly felt a chill on the magic mirror on her chest.
After closing the study door again, Angel took out the magic mirror and found that the small piece of black sticky liquid on it had completely evaporated.
"It's Triss. She wants to contact me?"
After deliberating for a while between afternoon tea and Triss, Angel sat back at the desk, waved his hand gently, and took out a sticky black substance like paste from the "mirror world". This was a communication potion made by Triss by burning her own hair. Obviously, it was not from the same school as Laura's, but the effect was similar.
Perhaps the hair, still connected to her, could divine her current location... Angel instinctively considered performing a divination, but felt it was inappropriate, even reckless. The other woman was the witch bestowed with the name "Chik," a near-vessel of divine descent. A hasty divination might expose her to the sight of the evil god, the "Original Witch," and that would undoubtedly be a suicidal act.
A divination on Lanevus, the vessel of the "True Creator", left her with a painful lesson.
Putting these thoughts aside, Angel pinched out some potion and smeared it on a dressing mirror that he had prepared separately. He watched as the potion quickly melted into the mirror surface, igniting invisible black flames, and finally making the mirror dark and deep.
On the other side, Triss, wearing a simple black dress and with her long, smooth hair casually draped over her shoulders, looked at her expressionlessly.
"I didn't expect you to contact me so soon. I thought it would take until evening."
Her tone was calm, but Angel could hear a hint of surprise in it.
"I'm going to have afternoon tea, so if you have anything to say, you'd better tell me as soon as possible."
Through the mirror, Triss was obviously not as respectful as the last time they met. Although Angel could try to crawl along the "network cable" to beat her, he felt that it was pointless to vent his anger, so he just "oppressed" her with words.
Fortunately, Triss quickly told Angel her discovery:
The William Sykes she had been following would visit the Kingdom Museum in the West End with his mistress tomorrow, Tuesday morning. After the trip, he would most likely return to his suburban estate that same day. The estate belonged to a viscount and was heavily guarded, making it difficult to enter.
In other words, tomorrow will be Triss's last chance to take action.
"What are you going to do?"
After listening to Triss's narration, Angel asked curiously.
"After touring the exhibition, he and his mistress will probably have dinner nearby, then rest for a while at the hotel... I'll then subdue him. Whether I torture him directly or kill him and then communicate with him will depend on the situation."
Triss answered expressionlessly, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner rather than someone's life or death.
"It's best to interrogate directly. Spiritual communication might leave traces of the spirit," Angel suggested. "Is William Sykes a Beyonder? What sequence? What magical items does he have on him?"
"He's a Sequence 6 'Corrupted Baron' from the Lawyer Path. He's adept at exploiting codes to weaken his enemies and twist others' intentions to strengthen himself. He possesses a pocket watch that he never leaves his body, and it's likely a mystical item..."
Triss answered these questions about the details of tomorrow's battle one by one, and finally said:
"I can easily deal with him, but if other Beyonders appear during the battle, you will be responsible for handling them... Don't worry, there won't be any demigods."
"Should... have you ever done divination?" Even my friend, a master of divination, wouldn't be so sure... Angel chuckled and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Are you so sure because... you have the help of the 'Origin'?"
Triss's fair, sad face twisted instantly:
"Even though I sold my soul to the evil god, I don't need to rely on him for everything!"
As expected, she was still connected to the "Original Witch" and might even have actively contacted the evil god. This was probably somewhat similar to what happened to Lanevus in Backlund. While the latter was trying to escape, she took the initiative to approach him... Angel sighed, stopped provoking her, and said calmly:
"I understand. I'll be there tomorrow morning, but I won't necessarily meet you."
She was prepared to observe everything in secret, provide necessary assistance, and retreat immediately if the situation was not right!
Triss seemed to feel that something was wrong with her emotions. She glanced at the mirror and darkness enveloped her figure.
After the mirror returned to normal, Angel summoned a ball of black flame to envelop the dressing mirror, which had been used for communication and was likely to be tracked. Using the flames that could reach extremely high temperatures after the upgrade, capable of melting glass, he completely burned the mirror, severing any occult connection. He then threw it into the mirror world to destroy it. Only then did he feel relieved to call his butler, Barker, and after a few casual words, he casually asked:
"What are your plans for tomorrow morning, no, tomorrow?"
"The clothing store will deliver a new batch of custom dresses after breakfast. You'll need to personally confirm and receive them. I have a class with a teacher at the Backlund Conservatory of Music in the morning. In the afternoon, I'll go to the Kingdom Theatre to see the latest play. I'll then visit a neighbor, and there's a literary salon in the evening."
Without any hesitation, Riback immediately recited her entire itinerary for tomorrow.
This is too busy... Angel felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and suddenly didn't want to care about Triss anymore.
"I have some personal matters tomorrow. How can you spare all the time during the day?"
Unsure how long the interrogation of William Sykes would take tomorrow, she steeled herself and spoke to the housekeeper.
"Then I'll help you cancel your music class and literary salon, reschedule the play for the afternoon after tomorrow, bring gifts to the neighbors you planned to visit and apologize, and have the housekeeper, Ms. Keira, sign for your clothes."
Glancing curiously at his employer, Riback quickly arranged everything.
A butler like this has no drawbacks except being expensive. Well, the expense is my problem, not his... Angel nodded with satisfaction, and after the other party left the study, he lazily lay back in the recliner.
She was no longer in the mood for afternoon tea and pastries.
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In the East District, in a sparsely furnished room with curtains covering all the windows.
Triss, wearing a black dress and with her black hair loose, knelt on the floor. The full-length mirror in front of her had just shown the beautiful face of the "Despair" witch, but now it reflected her own slightly round but extremely sweet face.
She stared at herself in the mirror with a frown and a painful expression. Her soft black hair gradually floated up, stacked one by one, and turned into a head full of thick and slippery black "tentacles", with either round eyes or snake mouths spitting out red tongues on the top, casting wriggling shadows in the dim room.
With a suppressed groan from Triss, the tentacles retracted and shrank, turning into a head of smooth black hair again. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her black dress clung to her body, outlining the extremely seductive curve of her waist and hips. Her painful expression eased somewhat, making her look pitiful.
"Chik..."
She muttered the name in a hoarse voice, suddenly stood up from the ground, and took off her wet dress, revealing her fair skin...
And the pattern on it that looked like black oil paint was slowly disappearing.
"Is this the consequence of not passing the promotion ceremony and being promoted to 'Suffering'... Ha, that's all."
She forced a smile and walked to the full-length mirror. She looked at her face and body, which had driven her male self crazy but now made her not care about them at all, and chuckled softly.
"Anyway, now we finally have a clue... This is just the beginning of revenge...
“…”
She silently uttered a name, her expression calm and her eyes gentle.
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Backlund West District, Kingdom Avenue, Kingdom Museum.
This exhibition, hosted by the royal family and lasting for one month, will display hundreds of authentic items, including precious collections from the founding period of the kingdom. It will be divided into several exhibition areas, divided according to different themes such as historical periods and commemorative significance, so that people of different classes and ages can gain respect and recognition for the kingdom and the royal family from the exhibition.
Amid the bustling crowd at the door, a man and a woman entered the museum together. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a top hat and formal suit, and holding a gold-inlaid cane in his hand. The woman next to him was in her early twenties, dressed gorgeously, and she put her arm around the man's arm, very intimately.
After checking their tickets, the two followed the crowd into the exhibition hall, wandering around aimlessly and occasionally commenting on a piece of collection.
In a half-length mirror next to the entrance, Angel quietly hid in the mirror world, watching every move of her and Triss's target today, William Sykes.
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